Okay, so the brochures arrived from the printer just fine. The only hitch: adding all of the weight of these hundreds of brochures to my luggage. Ship them, you say? A little late for that. So, yes, I’m finding creative ways to pack brochures into the pocket space of my clothing bags.
So, now, I’m doing last minute laundry and getting my stuff in order while watching random television. Have you seen this new season of The Surreal Life? It’s all Flavor Flav, and would sink without him, but it’s pretty entertaining thus far. Otherwise, you know a house of celebrities is hyperactive when Mr. Hammy McHammiston Dave Coulier is the subdued voice of reason.
Martin Short was just on Letterman, plugging the closing night film at the Toronto International Film Festival. Of course, I’ll be long-gone by that point of the festival, but I have a guilty pleasure in Martin Short. He hams it up with the best of them (I’m looking at you, Coulier) but he seems like such a nice guy. Then again, in an old apartment of mine, the picture hanging on the bathroom wall was an autographed headshot of Martin Short. I have a pet peeve about autographed headshots. Go figure. Regardless, it’s kind of cool (and unexpected) to get my late-night Toronto Film Fest coverage from David Letterman. Where’s Alison Bailes when you need her? Now, she’s someone who should take over Craig Kilborn’s empty late-night slot.
Okay, after some channel surfing, I’ve found my spot. Turner Classic Movies has an all-night Thin Man marathon. It appears I’ve come into it half-way through, which is a shame, the first of the series is terrific and hilarious (“He didn’t come anywhere near my tabloids”). But the rest are fine, as well. William Powell and Myrna Loy are the best. Any fan of Woody Allen to the Zucker Brothers can appreciate the Thin Man films.
So, I guess this is what I’ll be watching as I pack on the luggage pounds for a trip to Canada.